Happy Escapril, and I hope you’re having a good Self Care Sunday, everyone! This poem was inspired by a few things and some deep unprocessed pains and nightmares. To be faced with something like this again, this is my way of coping with it; and a finalization of it all. This Short by **[@megagonefree](https://youtube.com/channel/UCJGJXyFP24htDCQqBbp-WWw?si=bj4D9c8rV8oh-SIB)** reminded me of this song by **[@melinakb](https://youtube.com/@MelinaKB?si=0OdGqDM6AMPVnRe9)** [https://youtu.be/AW6Tp68DdWg?si=dbxhPLJpHBYPrmKw]() This is from @skylerwitherspoon’s prompt list! Enjoy! ## Trigger Warnings: * Grief * Suicide Mention * Relapse * Betrayal * Needless Ruining of Lives * Rumor Mention ### ALT TEXT # Scandalmonger ## [12. Write a poem about the last thing to make you cry.] ### [Song Playing: **[I've Had Enough by Melina KB](https://youtu.be/4k8cz48vFtY?si=C0Vt87A7zMvTJK0G)**] Ahh... This feeling again. / A flashback and relapse of utter guilt. / One by one they fell... / 6 bodies.../ lowered 6 feet down or fwooshed in their fiery pyre, / To be spread across the world. / The laughter remains after it all. / Disingenuous and Backstabbing. / The scandalmonger reigns in another... / Ready for the ego inflation. / Innocent and genuine actions displayed in such grotesque fashion; / To stir upset and rage for the day. / Giving all positive attention to you on a silver platter, / While the stoned bodies are thrown to the ravenous vultures. / This feeling will never go away. / But as a survivor of your butter-spread rumors; / Being outcasted is nothing new to me. / It hurts, sure. Shit happens. / Especially when it's unfair and untrue. / I've shed enough tears to know / that I won't allow this guilt to increase. / No more comrades will be your sacrifice to your ego. / No more fake comments about how each victim was such a nice person; / As you hide the bloodied blade and alcohol rag. / I have the ability to seek justice / for those who fell by your hand. / Now, dear scandalmonger, / enjoy your vibrantly saturated wine / in your skull chalice while you can. / I may relapse and grieve now; / for when I'm done? / You're next. CJOAT | For SkylersPrompts in Escapril 2024 CJOAT Watermarked